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Charles Simic |
 (1971)
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This strange thing must have crept Right out of hell. It resembles a bird´s foot Worn around the cannibal´s neck.
As you hold it in your hand, As you stab with it into a piece of meat, It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird: Its head which like your fist Is large, bald, beakless and blind. |
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